It was the dreary, gas starved ’70s. We had so much hope then, though.
I moved in with them on a whim, probably to show the old man I could take him or leave him, do fine on my own.
Just a pinch he called it. She approved. I thought she’d be impressed if I said yes, so he taped up my arm and in it went. Even though I had her eventually, I always regretted that first time.
Here is where it started. Where I went down under it. I had choices, but I squandered every one of them.
Haven’t seen them since those days. I heard she got lung cancer which is ironic because we thought the smokes were the least of her problems.
He found his way. Got into a church thing.
I never should have gone there, but it’s who I ended up becoming.
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